I’ve been wanting to come back to posting snippets of my days at home. I’m feeling the urge to publish more spontaneous and mundane snapshots here on the blog — some of those moments that I’ve been sharing on Instagramfor the past 18 months. I’d like to do it with some kind of frequency (weekly? fortnightly? maybe this isn’t the best time to make this kind of commitments): I want to challenge myself to take more pictures, try different angles, capture details and freeze some instants of my life.

I’m two days short of being 40 weeks pregnant. I’ve been spending the last few days making curtains for the bay window in our bedroom (no small task… I’m talking three windows that are 3,30 m high). All of the baby clothes are washed and ready. I’ve borrowed a few books from the library. I’ve been making the most of the fact that my mother’s here and I’ve been resting (and sewing lots). I’m still baking bread. Spring flowers can be spotted in gardens and supermarkets. My sewing machine died and I had to find a replacement (the decision had to be made quickly and I ended up buying a Bernina Nova 900 from the 1980s… but I’m still mourning my Bernina Record 830 and I shall not rest until I manage to track down another one).

Whilst sketching out this post I remembered writing a similar post two and a half years ago when I was a couple of days overdue with Rodrigo. I was living in a different country but it was also winter time (even though the month was February rather than July). And funnily enough, my days were spent in a very similar way… check it out here.